Blow

In the afternoon, they visited Tianzifang nearby.

Similar to Ciqikou in Chongqing, a place of slow life: old streets, old houses, small shops and art galleries, cafes and bars, Chinese style simplicity and Western style romance.Tianzifang is an old alley in Shanghai, the alleys are narrower, and the people walking and sitting on the roads and streets are all lazy tourists, chatting.

Wen Xiao and Xia Jue bought two cups of Internet celebrity answer tea.Wen Xiao's question was "no problem", Xia Jue secretly wrote "Can first love last", thinking Wen Xiao didn't see it.Finally got the answer, Wen Xiao said, "Then you are great", and Xia Jue said, "After drinking, leave, Baojiu".

This branch is small and has no seats, only take-out.Xia Jue really stood at the door of the shop and refused to leave, saying that she wanted to finish the milk tea in one go.

"Is it necessary to be so superstitious?" Wen Xiao snatched the milk tea from him, "Don't drink it, you'll get sick later."

Xia Jue was so dizzy, she still insisted: "No." She reached out to grab it.

"..." Wen Xiao clasped his wrist, "I'll drink it for you."

Xia Jue hesitated: "If you drink it, does it still count?"

"Didn't you ask about your first love?" Wen Xiao glanced at him, "Is your first love only your business?"

Xia Jue was seen through and behaved.

Wen Xiao drank the remaining third of the milk tea and threw the empty cup into the trash can.It's strange, he usually doesn't drink this kind of greasy drink, but today he feels like it's not too sweet, just like plain water.

——This kind of sweetness seems to be less than a kiss between two people.

Walking along the street for a while, the cool breeze in the open air is very comfortable.Xia Jue looked at the literary and artistic shops on both sides of the alley, and asked Wen Xiao pretending to be casual: "First love is not a matter of one person... how many people are there?"

"How many people do you want?" Wen Xiao replied calmly.

Xia Jue wanted a more direct answer, so she lowered her volume and asked a more frank question: "Then we are officially in love?"

They just came to the door of a cafe.The wooden flower stand in early autumn, the green vines and green leaves, the branches are entwined and drooping, swaying slightly in the wind, together with Xia Jue's hair, it has a moving freshness.

Wen Xiao said, "It doesn't count."

Xia Jue froze, his face changed.

"What did you call me before, and you forgot?" Wen Xiao approached him expressionlessly, trapping him between himself and the flower stand, "Can you speak Chinese? This is called honeymoon."

The breath of the two is close at hand.Xia Jue's face was hot, his head was spinning in circles, and he was dizzy, almost thinking that Wen Xiao was going to kiss him here.On the open-air seats at the entrance of the coffee shop, the eyes of several young girls were shining, and the searchlights were shining directly on them.

Wen Xiao is very handsome, like a flying eagle, like a cheetah, his facial features are cut and chiseled, his lines are tougher than those of his peers, but he still retains the coolness and sharpness unique to this age... Wen Xiao suddenly turned his head and walked away.

Xia Jue regained consciousness and chased after him, blushing: "Is it so fresh to tease me?"

"Well," Wen Xiao nodded and looked at him, "Why is it not new to get married for the first time?"

Knot... get married!

Xia Jue was overwhelmed by these two explosive characters, and he blurted out, "That's not the case with marriage."

"How to say?"

"Festival night in the bridal chamber," Xia Jue resisted the heat on his face, and insisted, "Which word did we take?"

Actually accounted for one: "night".It was just the "night" when the quilt was just chatting.

Wen Xiao didn't respond.

Xia Jue repeatedly used the back of her hand to freeze her face, and after freezing, the back of her hand also became hot.The intricate alleys and stone steps, they couldn't finish shopping until the evening, and had dinner in a bar.

Clear it up, don't make any noise.

"Is that what you want to do?" Wen Xiao suddenly said in the booth.

Xia Jue choked for a moment, her first reaction was to look around to see if anyone was paying attention to them.

"Now I know it's embarrassing." Wen Xiao looked at him indifferently, "It's easy to say it on the street."

Xia Jue came to his senses, and felt that Wen Xiao didn't respond suddenly at that time, was he embarrassed?

"It's not... Do you want to," Xia Jue said, "This kind of thing doesn't happen—" he was stuck.

Xia Jue's understanding of "this kind of thing" only comes from gay forums and online novels.As the saying goes: the golden gun does not fall, the man's true colors; the heroes fight for hegemony, the name moves the world.There are many things, so complicated that even the protagonists can't count.

Xia Jue doesn't like such a mess, but sex and love are two things that are difficult to separate.

"Nothing?" Wen Xiao asked.

Xia Jue stammered, "Not all of them, just like that...it happened."

"How?"

Xia Jue shook her head, unable to explain clearly.

Wen Xiao said: "Then you said earlier, 'want to give it to me', what do you mean?"

"..." Xia Jue gave up on herself when asked, "Want to serve you and make you feel good?"

Wen Xiao stared at him silently.

Xia Jue couldn't eat anymore, so she had to seriously discuss this topic with Wen Xiao: "I really just want to give you something to make you happy, comfortable... anything. I don't have anything else."

He said it, a little aggrieved and frustrated.

"I'm not unhappy, nor uncomfortable," Wen Xiao said, "You don't need that."

"...Do you not want to have sex with me?" Xia Jue asked.

Wen Xiao said, "No."

Xia Jue fell into distress and confusion for a moment, unable to understand what Wen Xiao meant.

Wen Xiao's own thoughts are not very clear, there are two problems before him: one is that he is still a month away from adulthood, but age does not seem to be the most important; Full of indulgence, as if he wanted to "offer something" for him, he worried that once he relaxed, he would get lost in this indulgence, and the relationship between him and Xia Jue would become deformed.

But how to express these two questions, and the core of them, Wen Xiao failed to grasp.Precocious is precocious, at this age, he can't figure out everything at once.

"The combined age of the two of us is far less than half a hundred," Wen Xiao tried to explain, "There are many things we can't think about right now."

Xia Jue said, "Oh." He recalled that Wen Xiao had emphasized many times that he was underage.He thought, Wen Xiao really cared about age.

When Wen Xiao heard Xia Jue's "Oh", he knew he still didn't understand.

But the topic is still interrupted here, and there is no way to continue.

After dinner, they left Tianzifang.Wen Xiao took Xia Jue slowly along the street. At first Xia Jue thought they were going back to their residence, but the route didn't look like it.

"I said I would help you find a better one," Wen Xiao explained after walking through another intersection, before Xia Jue asked a question, "It's very close, just go over and have a look."

Do you mean part-time job?Xia Jue was surprised: "Have you found it? When?"

"Just now." Wen Xiao said.It was only when he walked out of Tianzifang that he remembered that there was a gallery nearby. The owner of the gallery was the last student Fang Qinxin had taken before his death. His surname was Ni and his name was Ni Jia.

The name of the gallery is "Dongliu", but the decoration style is not as elegant as the name. The wall background is thick and dark, and the design is very artistic, so artistic that it is confusing.

Wen Xiao took Xia Jue in.Someone inside immediately recognized Wen Xiao and said, "You're looking for Sister Jia, right? It happened to be upstairs." He led them up to the second floor.

The second floor is Ni Jia's personal studio, with a screen behind it.A woman with a soft appearance, 27, [-], staring at a blank drawing board, wearing a fiery red silk dress, her makeup is so delicate that she doesn't look like she is preparing to draw, but she looks like she is going to a catwalk at any time.

Probably Wen Xiao came here often, and Ni Jia was not surprised when she saw Wen Xiao, but her eyes lit up when she saw Xia Jue.

"Did you bring me a special trip?" Ni Jia was very interested in Xia Jue, she stood up and looked around, "Why don't you say hello in advance, I will close the door and leave in a short while."

The woman's high heels stepped on the floor tiles, making a crisp sound.Xia Jue was looked a little nervous and didn't know what position he was going to be in.

"Just passing by," Wen Xiao quietly hid Xia Jue behind his back, "I remember you recruit people all the year round?"

Ni Jia didn't care about his rhetoric, but only cared: "It's recruiting. What are you blocking?"

Wen Xiao said: "If you don't show it to Bai, you have to pay for it."

"Yo, it's so smart," Ni Jia was surprised, "It's okay. I'm quite satisfied, and it's still the old rule, two hundred an hour, and the daily settlement."

When Xia Jue heard the price, she panicked: Why is the hourly salary so high?But since it was introduced by Wen Xiao, it couldn't be a dishonest job.

Wen Xiao still thought it was too low, and pointed out, "This price has been around for many years."

"Three hundred?" Ni Jia added it very happily, it seemed that he really liked Xia Jue.

Seeing that they were bargaining and the price was even more exaggerated, Xia Jue couldn't help it.He guessed: "Do you want me to be an assistant? I don't know how to draw, two hundred is enough... one hundred is also fine."

Ni Jia, who was about to continue to increase her size, was taken aback, laughed "Puchi", and asked Wen Xiao, "Where did you find the little brother, so cute."

Wen Xiao said lightly: "You guess." Then he held Xia Jue's hand reassuringly.

Then the price was finalized, three hundred and fifty.After Ni Jia's explanation, Xia Jue realized that she was here to be a model, but it was special and different from ordinary studio models. Instead of a fixed posture for a few hours, Xia Jue needed to walk around the room, through various dynamic and static models. The pictures created an atmosphere and provided inspiration for Ni Jia, and may need to change a few sets of clothes.

Ni Jia took them behind the screen.Inside is a large space that is meticulously arranged, divided into blocks, each block has a different style, you can get a good view from any corner, and there is a huge mirror at the end of the room.

"Xia Jue walked around to have a look." Ni Jia said.She also likes Xia Jue's name very much, and has always called her by her full name.

Xia Jue was wearing an ordinary white T-shirt and jeans, and felt like a grass, not knowing how to meet the requirement of "getting out of the atmosphere".He hesitated and didn't move.

Ni Jia was not in a hurry, so she said, "Like me." She took off her high-heeled shoes, her skirt swayed, and walked half a circle around the room like no one else: walking, sitting down; with expression, or without; in front of the all-white wall Lower your body, curl up, or stretch; turn your head, bow your head, and shed tears.

Her red dress seems to be alive, flames, flowers, fierce and quiet, blooming and withering.She looked at herself in the mirror, a little nervous, then slowly pulled away and sat aside.

Feeling some hazy mood, Xia Jue also took off her sneakers and socks, tried to walk barefoot to a window, and leaned against the window sill.Wen Xiao stared at his feet, they were very white.

Just the right gust of wind.Ni Jia said, "Leave your hair loose."

Xia Jue loosened her hair tie as she said, facing out the window, closing her eyes and blowing the air.His hair is soft, without leaving obvious marks, and smooth.

After a while, suddenly, Xia Jue turned around, supported herself, and sat down on the narrow window sill.The wind is behind him like wings, lifting him up.Between light and shadow, beauty, detachment, and the sense of coming from otherworldly things.

However, the windows are wide open and no anti-theft bars are installed.Wen Xiao's heart was lifted instantly, he broke the rules, strode into the arena, and held Xia Jue's waist.

It was also a miracle, Ni Jia said "Huh?", but didn't swear.

She stared at the scene in front of her thoughtfully, and asked, "What's your relationship?"

Xia Jue hesitated and looked at Wen Xiao.

Just as Wen Xiao was about to speak, Ni Jia waved his hands again and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter to you...the pants are off."

Xia Jue was stunned.

"And you," Ni Jia pointed at Wen Xiao, "both of you, take off."

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